Dwelling Narrowly in Fortress Besieged

The body of life has survived for more than 36,000 days, but I can’t walk out of the two rooms and one hall. The smile on the face swings gently here, and the sweet and sour taste spreads here.. When I slept in that boat in the long river of years, people were lazy. Turn a few sleeping posture, and gently closed his eyes. The light and shadow of time are transmitted through the gap of the curtain lightly, and I don’t care.. The time alarm clock at home came from the telephone. The ringing of the bell of the bell rippled in time and space, day after day, year after year, calling me wearily in just visiting, making me open my sleepy eyes just like it did on time.. When I suddenly looked back, the ringing of the bell has already marked my memory corridor and become a conditioned reflex. Today, I woke up as usual, but I didn’t want to get up. Lazily, lying quietly, like lying in a warm boat, also floating gently in the long river of years. Comfortable or comfortable! Time flows quietly like water, forcefully wrapping me around the edge of the bed. Outside the sun has quietly climbed up the treetops, the light can’t stop its hurried steps, and I feel ashamed to tread lightly on my eyelids and massage my whole body. So, I got up with a restless sleep.. Open the curtain, bright light and shadow can’t wait to jump into the bedroom. Set off my face gaunt, probably I am tired! The body of life has survived for more than 36,000 days, but I can’t walk out of the two rooms and one hall. The smile on the face swings gently here, and the sweet and sour taste spreads here.. Be swayed by considerations of gain and loss, but also kept swinging in the years and years.. In the humble abode of the besieged city, have you not laughed for a long time? In the humble abode of the besieged city, have you not cried for a long time? When my bones are tired, tired, sleepy and tired, although I can’t walk out of this siege, I can sit alone and quietly. You can think of everything, you can think of nothing. Let go of the rush, let the light and shadow net me in the morning corridor. Occasionally, my eyes stay on a small piece of paper on the tea table – dad: only two popsicles can be eaten. Sign ( ) 2011 – 5 – 13 Looking at the sweet note and leaving a message, I smiled. In the humble abode of the besieged city, I smiled again! ( 2011 – 5 – 14 )